Become a legend in Hong Kong

Ding~~~

The elevator door opened and Liao Wenjie rang the doorbell of Ali's house. Following the sound of trotting footsteps, the door was quickly opened.

Ali, wearing sports shorts and a sleeveless shirt, swooped down and hugged Liao Wenjie, then took his hand and dragged him into the house.

"Ali, you have a lot of time. I don't care if it's one or two minutes. At least let me wash it. The smell of hot pot is very strong." Liao Wenjie raised his foot and closed the door.

"No, Brother Jie, where did you want to go? I asked you to watch TV." Ali pulled Liao Wenjie into the living room and pointed at the TV.

In the picture, the reporter is interviewing the master of ancient Chinese boxing, the devil muscleman, and the nemesis of karate—Ghost King Da in front of a dilapidated ring.

A long string of prefixes hangs on Ghost King Da's chest, and it's hard not to see it.

"Everyone knows who Ah Yin is. A food deliveryman needs money but no money, and he needs skills but no skills. Twenty Lang was long past the age to practice martial arts..."

In front of the camera, the Ghost King Master looks like a dog, reducing He Jinyin to nothing, a joy within a joy.

Then the conversation changed.

"The reason A Yin became so powerful is because he met me and I changed his life!"

Ghost King Da patted his chest and asked the camera to take a close-up of his prefix, and then said: "A month ago, Ah Yin couldn't even beat the old man in the nursing home..."

"Mr. Devil Muscular Man, this metaphor cannot be broadcast, please change it." The reporter reminded you friendly.

"Sorry, please change."

Ghost King Da clenched his fists and coughed softly, then said in a different way: "A month ago, Ah Yin couldn't even beat a kid in the kindergarten, but after a month of training by me, even human weapons can't hurt him. Do you think why?"

"..."

"That's right, because he learned kung fu!"

"As the old saying goes, if you have skills, there are no cowards!"

"This 'ancient' is the 'ancient' of ancient Chinese boxing. Let me tell you the good news. Our ancient Chinese boxing will soon open a martial arts gym on Hong Kong Island. The specific time has not been determined. I still need to discuss the final details with investors. I hope Everyone continues to pay attention.”

"By then, whether you want to strengthen your body or, like Ah Yin, refuse to be a coward and dare to say 'NO' to the world, you can come to the martial arts hall of ancient Chinese boxing. The famous master Gui Wangda of a generation will teach you Kung Fu step by step, so that you can Feel what it means to be reborn and what it means to be a real man..."

Liao Wenjie: (一`一)

If I guess correctly, he is the investor.

"Ali, what happened? How dare he be so arrogant?" Liao Wenjie looked at the word 'replay' clearly displayed on the TV and was very curious about where Gui Wangda's confidence came from.

Ali regretted: "I only found out after watching the replay. After we left, the real show began..."

After the two left, Lin Bin's mentality became even worse, and He Jinyin, who was familiar with his boxing style, took advantage of him.

It is true that He Jinyin's defense is sufficient and his output is at the level of scraping, but he doesn't care about these in the arena. Effective scoring is effective scoring.

At the end of three rounds, He Jinyin scored to beat Lin Bin and raised the trophy happily.

He Jinyin was a nobody in the first half of his life and had never achieved such great success. He Jinyin burst into tears. The audience all looked disgusted and applauded sparsely. Their dissatisfaction with the ancient Chinese boxing style was transferred to Lin Bin. They were full of disgust and gossip.

He was brutally tortured by fake punches and suffered an extremely humiliating defeat. His childhood sweetheart went to compete in another arena. Lin Bin was already very angry. After being ridiculed by dozens of people, he went berserk on the spot and wanted to have an irregular battle with He Jinyin. .

Gui Wangda was too lazy to pay attention to him and pulled He Jinyin to run away. After being stopped, he had no choice but to start the extra match.

There was no order in the ring. Wen Tailai, the "Thunder Hand", refused to accept the decision. He exploded in clothes to show the referee's authority and was knocked down with a punch.

The four judges entered the scene, teamed up to pose, and were knocked down one after another.

The audience gathered together and flew out in different patterns.

During the melee, He Jinyin and Lin Bin began to fight each other. One was unable to hit, and the other was hit but not hurt. Finally, He Jinyin realized his whim and forced Lin Bin to the ground.

Currently, Lin Bin is in a small single room at the police station, waiting for bail from the Elite Center.

"What a psychedelic plot, but... not surprising at all." Liao Wenjie complained. No wonder Gui Wangda had the confidence to open a martial arts gym to cheat money. It turned out that there was a follow-up plot.

One thing is that he is not optimistic about Ghost King Da opening a martial arts gym. Just because of the name of the ancient Chinese boxing sect, there are many martial arts people who come to kick the sign every day.

There are, and most likely more than students.

Even if he recruits a group of students who are not afraid of death, he will not be able to teach another He Jinyin. There is only one Great Return Pill, and He Jinyin's success cannot be replicated.

But...

It's quite interesting. Liao Wenjie thought that he would just leave the money alone. If the Ghost King Dara asked him to buy shares, he wouldn't mind a friendly donation.

"Ali, this is boring. Go to your room and wait for me. I'll get rid of the hot pot smell and show you a baby."

"What baby, are you serious?"

"Serious and extremely upright..."

——The rain clouds are deep in the embroidered door, and the autumn waves are about to flow————

The next day, noon.

Liao Wenjie found Tian Can and other members of the tour group in a teahouse, ordered a pot of oolong tea, and chatted with Tian Can.

This teahouse is built against a mountain, surrounded by greenery, with birds chirping and flowers fragrant, and is quite elegant. It is the property of a member of a large association. Normally, only internal members are entertained, and ordinary people cannot get in even with money.

Now, it is designated by Changdeng monk as a resting place for tourist groups.

Monk Chang Deng didn't know who Liao Wenjie was, but since the tour group mentioned it, he was a young master with a crippled leg. Naturally, he would not continue to pretend to be deaf and dumb, so he asked Zhang Lihua.

Zhang Lihua hesitated and hesitated for a long time, unable to give an accurate answer. Finally, she was forced to ask questions by Chang Deng and mentioned Lyon's name.

Liao Wenjie and Leon have a close relationship. They jointly opened a paranormal consulting company. They are currently living a very nourishing life and have not gone crazy.

Upon hearing this, Chang Deng stopped asking any more questions.

How evil Lyon is, Chang Deng knows best. Master Yun Su learned from the past and immediately gave up the idea of ​​meeting Liao Wenjie by chance. He thought that there was no such person as Liao Wenjie in Hong Kong Island as others liked him.

Therefore, the lamp did not bubble up last night, and I said that my injury was not healed yet, so I went home to meditate.

"Brother, why are you still looking gloomy? I thought you had been rejected so many times that you were used to it." Liao Wenjie picked up the teapot and poured a cup for Tiancan.

"It's nothing, it's just that Miss Rong and Yun Luo are so similar, I...I feel weird." Tian Zan said tangledly while holding the teacup.

After the party ended last night, everyone came to the teahouse. Chang Chongzi continued to gather information. Rong Yuyi, who was not very smart, answered all questions. Tian Can sat beside him and listened silently.

Rong Yuyi and Yun Luo are not related by blood, maybe they are, but one of them is from the Song Dynasty and the other is from the Yuan Dynasty. There is a gap of three hundred years between them, so you can't find out even if you want to check.

This was nothing. Tian Can vowed to hang himself from the Yunluo tree and had no interest in Rong Yuyi. He did not think that happiness would be multiplied by two because of the looks of the two women.

After all, he doesn't have twice as much happiness.

The reason for the tangled mood was that Rong Yuyi had a good impression of Liao Wenjie. When he thought that the two people might get together, Tian Can vaguely saw Yun Luo and Liao Wenjie talking happily, and then...

Tian Can felt that his thoughts were too dirty. He just looked similar, but he was not the same person. This idea was really nonsense.

Besides, even if it’s just one person, so what!

His good brother is upright and not close to women. Princess Yunluo is pure and pure, virtuous and virtuous. He is a cripple...

"Mr. Liao, when did you come?"

A sweet female voice sounded in his ears, Tian Can stiffly turned his head, and saw Rong Yuyi who couldn't hide the joy on his face.

Not a person, not a person...

Tiancan thought like this, silently lowered his head to drink tea, raised his ears and listened quietly.

"I just arrived not long ago. Miss Rong doesn't have to be a young lady. Just do as the Romans do. Just call me 'Ajie'." Liao Wenjie invited Rong Yuyi to sit down and poured her a cup of tea.

"According to the rules here, what should Ajie call me?"

"Ayi, Ayu..."

Liao Wenjie thought for a while and said: "It lacks some artistic conception and beauty and falls into the cliché. It is better to just call it 'Yu Yi', but I am afraid it will be too abrupt."

"It's not rude, it's not rude, it sounds nice."

"That's good, Yuyi, you have tea."

"Um."

"..."

Tiancan's old face darkened, and the dirty feeling came again. It was obviously just an ordinary conversation, but it sounded like heart-wrenching pain to him.

On the tea table here, two people were talking and laughing, one with a bleak back, drinking alone.

Outside the teahouse, Chang Chongzi made eye contact with two members of the tour group and took out pen and paper to communicate.

Although he knew that no matter whether it was true or not, there would be no clues to follow Liao Wenjie, Chang Chongzi still arranged it, and the result was just as he imagined. There was nothing wrong with Liao Wenjie.

"Niubi, you think too much. The land gods can do whatever they want. Even if you know who he is, what can you do?" Zhengxin shook his head. The old man was too obsessed.

"You are not the one making sarcastic remarks here again and vomiting blood twice in a row. Of course it doesn't matter to you." Chang Chongzi rolled his eyes.

"It's really not the case this time. I just want you to save some energy."

Zhengxin said dissatisfied: "Let me ask you, if you find a land god, and the other person is a big devil, and he plans to destroy the world, what can you do? After all, whether you know the other person's identity, the result will be the same , I can only stare!"

"Hahaha, that's wrong!"

Chang Chongzi smoothed his goatee, raised his brows, and said with a smile: "According to your assumption, without knowing the identity of the other party, I can only stare, but knowing it is another situation."

"Hey, you really dare to say, what is the other situation like, a little mortal who overestimates his own capabilities and wants to kill a god?"

"No, if I know who the other person is, I don't have to stare. I can kneel down and beg him."

"Ah this..."

The honest words are choking, TND really makes sense, why didn't he think of it!